Cujo's Corndog

Saturday, January 21, 2006

funeral for a friend

Dream the days of my life to come.
Unimaginable places in which I could roam.

Supress my joy and take it in.
Time to me has yet to begin.
Isolate my dreams and keep them within.
Nest and cradle this child so thin.

Ruin the perfect moment in which we had.
All life is ruined, aren't you glad?
Nevermorer forgiven, here's my apologies.
Suffer and mourn to the sound of the eulogies.
On into the darkness exploring death.
My life was taken like an everday breath.


(..damn Chickens, R.I.P...)

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